The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-05-27
SHE WANTED GOLD.
Story Of a Romantic Painter and
an "Angel."
CHATTER l..


People who lived in Nashville, Tenn,
in 1876 have surely not forgotten An
zeli Botenio, the artist. He had an OBJ
scure room. a studio, he termed it,
reached by an alley leading off from a
street not noted for its responsibility.
As his name implies, he was of Italian
extraction; indeed, he claimed to have
been educated in Florence, but this his
acquaintances seemed to doubt, not that
they had ever detected him in an un-
truth, but because, am inclined to be-
lieve, his pronunciation was strikingly
American. If his worship of art could
have been crystalized into art itself, he
would have become famous; but some
how, 1 am not sufficiently schOoled to
tell why, he lacked the simple yet divine
touch of greatness. Some of mis- pictures
were beautiful, surely; but the art crit
ics-and / fancy that they knew more
of ordinary whitewash than of fine
paint-criticise them with uncOuth Sc
verify. / have never seen a man pos
sessed Of a more lovable disposition.
Neither hunger nor that which is worse
to a sensitive soul, disappointment,
ktnNttl 10 AuEOM NllE AAlGlttACAAOAN u wv L
light where his sunshine of bright hope
had played. "Ah," he would some
times say, "perfect love must finally re-
suit in perfect execution. Yes, the
moonlight in that picture must be I'M
natural. l will 60 out tonight, study
nature and remedy the defect.
One night, at n picture sale, Anzeli
was introduced to one of the handsom-
est young women of the South, Miss
Laura Blythe, niece Of old General A.
i. Patterson. Laura lived with heI
uncle, her parents having died when
she was a child; and, as the old fellow
had no children, it was said that she
would inherit his property. Anzeli
thought not of this when he stood en-
thralled by her presence. At once, anC
before he could realize it, he gave hel
the love which his soul had warmly
treasured to bestow upon an ideal of its
own creation. He had often said, in
conversation with a friend, that he die
not expect to ever love human being
81 know that am foolish" he admit
ted, ''hut / can not love woman un
less she be perfectly beautiful, NOR
beautiful than l fancy any human be
ing can be- Her face must not bea
the slightest blemish; there must not b.
the mistake of single line; but, o
course, / shall never meet her"
When his heart ceased fluttering, an'
when his eve became steadier, h
knew that he had met her, She wa
struck with him, for when her uncl
called her she fingered. with half-blush
ing dalliance, as though hesitating Il
say something which she feared would
be inappropriate. They met again tn
night following, and he walked hom
with her, though had his eye been NOR
observant Of surroundings he Nigh
have seen that the old General APP
proved not of his attention to the yOun;
lady. After this they met often, thougI
not at the Generals house. Once, a
the house of convenient friend, h
sat pressing her beautiful head to hi
bosom.
You know that / am wretchedl
poor" he said.
Yes, Auzeli."
THAT 1 haven't money enough t
furnish house"
''Oh, don't speak of that
IF it is painful to you, will not"
at is only painful to me because
seems painful to YOU she replied
Il would rather starve with you tina
feast with any other mortal. "
He moved uneasily. do you dOul
meP" she asked.
81 can not doubt you, but"
"But what, loveP"
ssOh, il seems that those words hay
been spoken so often before.
Perhaps, but never before by me,
she said, putting her arms around h
neck.
"But are you so different from a
other womenP Is beautiful face aftt
all but the light thrown from beaut
full soulP"
"Now you are trying to fiatter n
again, Anzeli. =
mo, il would be impossible TO fiatt'
you. Flattery is an eNaggeration, b.
can the most gifted tiatterer eXaggerai
the brightness of the sunP'
There you CO. She joyously +
piled. I'm defending yourself YOU ca
the climax of fattery, but never mine
dear, YOU shall see. We can rent
small house, and even though the wal
and the floors may be bare, vine ca
grow at the door.
yes. in the summer, he reptile,
''but when winter comes will not Il
vine die?"
''No," she said, "a thousand tim
no. The summer of love knows n
the coming of winter; and the war
zone of devoted hearts will always Ike,
the vine alive"
Laura, you are an angel, and l c;
not help but feel that what you say
true.
''Ah, but you must not strugg
against such fond conviction.
Its very fondness is its adver
argument" he responded ''Yo
uncle has declared that if you becor
the wife of daubing beggar you sh'
never enter his house again.
"But," she laughingly replied 81
seems that these words have bet
spoken SO often before. There, now
didn't say that to make you muse.
eball make no difference to me even